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The leader in my hands walks the path of daisies,
hoping for a new change.
The claws come out,
but mummified voices do not listen.
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The water bleeds through the layers of tissue,
too hot for my liking
but right now I don’t care.
Why do I have to put on that facade?
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The waves of my own body flood with anticipation.
The new tides of day have come around,
just in time it will be different.
Days- isolated, h..
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Your mind verbally spews the inside doings.
Never will you know that I already store
each and every one in my pocket.
Every passing lie..
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I sit here and ponder the days
when kids wouldn’t let me play.
I would crouch underneath
the wheel of the ship,
as I shielded myself..
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I sat in my room daily,
with my purple wind up radio.
It was nothing special to most kids,
Who already had C.D players.
It was all I had,..
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Sometimes all I can think to do is……
Imagine asphyxiating your cavities.
Your unclean words will be of no more.
As the head spa..
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racing forward through the days,
hearing all of the effervescent characters.
Why can’t I be like them?
I crawl deeper, into this shell...
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My brains capacity has failed.
I failed for years,
Continuously putting myself in new situations.
Beating myself, I remember
Being in the ..
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I wanted you to be my role model.
I wanted to believe……
that you broke away,
far from your frenzied self--
just like he told..
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